My garage doubles as a coop for my 25 laying hens who are woefully unprepared for this record-breaking snowfall in the Maryland area, as was every other living thing. The temperatures they don’t mind. It’s all the silly white stuff they have to walk through.
Too busy to have bothered to take pictures of the ‘big dig’ five days later, we are again able to reach the outside. The birds are less than thrilled.